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Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and the final book in the Kane Trilogy – Reparation! Enjoy a sneak peek into the book below and make sure to enter the giveaway! This week is the blog tour so be on the lookout for what the blogs have to say in addition to a little surprise at the end of the tour for fans of the series. All THREE books will be on SALE so grab it while you can!!!

The Devil has met his match

When Tatum O’Shea decides it’s time for some payback, no one is safe from her new game – not even the devil himself. Tate is going to get her happily ever after, even if it means making everyone else unhappy in the process.

But a persistent Jameson, a meddling Sanders, and an amorous baseball player make it very hard for a girl to keep her focus, and suddenly it seems Tate has a few too many suitors for her fairy tale ending.

Sometimes, it’s very difficult to tell who Prince Charming really is …

WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.

She showed Ang the sideboard where Jameson kept most of his every day things – a lot of cuff links, tie pins, watches, things of that nature. Everything plated in gold and diamond and platinum. While Ang guffawed over everything, Tate made her way over to the bed. Knelt on top of it and crawled towards Jameson’s side.

“Holy fuck, Tate, this table holds more money than I’ll ever see in my life. I don’t know whether to be impressed, or disgusted,” Ang called out from behind her. She pulled a box out of Jameson’s night stand and then turned back to Ang.

“Look at this,” she offered, knee walking back towards him. He met her at the edge of the bed and she opened the box. “This is a Jacob and Co. watch.”

“It’s awesome,” he said, taking the box into his hands and looking over the timepiece.

“It’s worth over $300,000.”

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and dropped the box. It bounced on the mattress and rolled, the lid snapping shut. She laughed and picked it up, sat it on the pillows.

“I know, right? Who would spend that kind of money on a watch?” she asked.

“Why the fuck would you even let me touch that? That watch is worth more than I am,” he laughed as well, but he looked a little shaky.

“I think it’s funny. All this stuff, it’s silly,” she said, reaching out and playing with the button on the blazer he was wearing. He was taller than Jameson, but leaner. The blazer was pretty loose on him.

“It’s fucking stupid. A watch!? Why? How often does he wear it?” Ang asked. Tate shrugged, unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it open.

“Not often. Once in Spain. You should see the shit he keeps in the safe,” she said, plucking at his shirt. He began absent mindedly batting at her hands while he glanced around the room.

“You’re shitting me. Please tell me it’s behind a huge portrait of like his dog or something,” he chuckled. She hooked her fingers inside his belt.

“No. It’s in the closet,” she replied.

“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked, finally clueing into the fact that she was touching him. She smiled up at him. Ang liked to pretend he liked being poor, turned up his nose at rich people, but really, he was fascinated by it, and even better, distracted by it. It was one of the things that had attracted him to Tate, she knew. It was probably part of what drew him to her sister.

Bitch.

“What? I feel like I haven’t touched you in a long time,” she said, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed the side of her face to his chest and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Are you really okay? You kinda scare me, sometimes,” he mumbled. She ignored the sadness in his voice and worked her hands up his back. He felt so different than Jameson.

“I’m okay, Ang. I’m happy here. Everything is great,” she whispered, massaging her fingers back down his back. He shivered under her touch.

“You can always come live with me,” he said softly. She laughed low in her throat and pulled away a little, running her hands up and down his sides.

“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate that?” she asked, watching him from under hooded eyelids. He ran his hands under her hair, lifting it away from her shoulders and piling it all on the back of her head.

“I don’t think she’d care, but more importantly, I don’t care. You’ve been my best friend for a million years,” he replied. She smiled, running her teeth over her bottom lip while she pressed herself against him.

“Sometimes a little more than a friend,” her voice was soft. He laughed, scratching his fingers over her scalp.

“Most of the time. God, we used to have fun,” his voice fell into a murmur as his eyes wandered over her face.

Please, don’t hate me after this. I have to get my soul back.

“Used to?” she asked, her voice soft as she ran her hands along his body.

“Tater tot, we haven’t had fun since Satan came to town,” he chuckled, his hands moving to the back of her neck.

“Hmmm, he’s not in town right now,” she reminded him. He narrowed his eyes.

“No, he’s not, and I doubt he would appreciate me seducing his succubus in his lair,” he told her.

“Wait,” he stopped. “Did you just imply that you want to sleep with me?”

“Ang. If I laid it on any thicker, I’d be staked out on the mattress,” she said bluntly.

“I thought it was ‘against the rules‘, or some bullshit,” he said, glancing around the room, like he was checking for hidden cameras, or waiting for Jameson to pounce out of the shadows and eat him.

“That was before; besides, since when have you cared about what upsets Jameson?” she evaded answering him.

“I don’t. But I don’t want to piss off Ellie, either. She’s not exactly as free a thinker as you and I,” he laughed.

I’m counting on that.

“That’s not fair. She wouldn’t know you if it wasn’t for me – she owes me a finders fee,” Tate mock pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. He pinched it between his thumb and finger.

“What’s going on with you, babydoll? Satan not giving it to you good enough?” he laughed. She tilted her head down, drawing his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. He hissed air through his teeth. She let him go and he dragged his thumb down her chin.

“How about you stop worrying about him for tonight. I know I have,” she said in a husky voice.

Like that would even be possible.

She knew she had him. The tempation to put something over on Jameson was too great for him. She knew Ang very well, knew how to get to him. They hadn’t slept together in a long time – since August. They had quit cold turkey, and he hadn’t had a say in the matter. In fact, he’d been pretty angry about it for a while. Here was his chance to strike back. Fuck Tate, in Jameson’s bed. In Satan’s home. Much too hard to resist. She closed her eyes as his head lowered towards hers.

Kellie’s Review:

When I read the first book. I loved Tatum so much that I wanted to be her when I grew up! The 2nd book? Not gunna lie.. she pissed me off more than anything…

This book however? I’m back to wanting to be her!

She is a kick-ass heroine! Strong, loyal, funny, , Fiesty, smart assed, witty and owns her sexuality. What more could you want?

Jameson… Fuckin… Kane… he was who he was throughout the whole series and I loved him for it!

He knew what he wanted and went for it. Fuck the consequences. Did he piss me off? Hells yeah he did! The first and second book especially.. but this book? I LOVED him.. as in SHOUTY CAPITAL LETTERS LOVED him.

Stylo has come out of the gates running with this series. Personally the first book Degradation, was my all time favourite, but each book just got better!

She makes no apologies for letting her characters run wild, use the word FUCK when it is needed and can write one hell of a sex scene! She gives the readers what they want and fuck everyone else.

I can’t wait to see what else she puts out!

As for the actual book? Well I’m not saying shit about it as I don’t wanna spoil it, and the way I feel right now I wanna SCREAM OUT WHAT HAPPENS.. but I won’t.

I will say that I absolutely adore Jameson, Tate, Sanders and Ang. Did I want to throw my kindle a few times? Yes I did.

Did I want to punch Tate in the ovaries? Yeah I did…

But you know what else? I FELT in this book.. that’s the point isn’t it? I was sad, frustrated, angry, disappointed, happy, horny, and then sad again just like I was supposed to.

And for that Stylo I applaud you. Truly a one of a kind trilogy that will forever have a place in my heart.. and spank bank…. ; P

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Carly enjoys her carefree life — free from obstructions, free from drama, and free from anchors that tie her down to anyone or anything. She likes making her own decisions and not having to answer to anyone. Her life is good. Uncomplicated.

But Carly is set for a shake-up when she is introduced to Derek at her best friend’s birthday. Firefighter-Derek. Drop-dead-gorgeous-Derek. Blue-eyed-dirty-talking-cocky-as-hell-Derek. Their instant attraction has them both questioning their outlook on life, on relationships … and on love.

Attraction can be read as a stand-alone or after Attainment if reading in series order.

“I’m an author. I am married. I am a mother of two adorable little people. I’m a bookworm, craftworm, movieworm, and sportsworm. I’m also a self confessed shop-aholic, tea-aholic, car-aholic, and choc-aholic.” Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, K.M. Golland studied law and worked as a conveyancer before putting her career on hold to raise her children. She then traded her legal work for her love of writing and found her dream career.

We met Carly and Derek in the other books… (Although this book can be read as a standalone I personally recommend reading Bryce and Alexis first to get the full effect!)

I loved them both…. I mean come on?! Derek is a hot as fuck firefighter and also in a band??? Hello hot stuff!

And Carly? Well she’s just awesome! And has her own way with words.

KM has a great sense of humour and it shines in all her books, this one is no exception, the one liners were snortastic! What also shines? Is her ability to write one hell of a sex scene! Bryce and Alexis were scorching, Carly and Derek though? I thought I was going to spontaneously combust!

Ok so the actual story? I don’t want to ruin anything, but this is about 2 mature adults, both very stubborn, both very sexual, learning to let each other in.

There is laughter and tears, smiles, giggles and sighs.
We go back in time to their first meeting, and parts in between that we saw Carls and DIK throughout the first 3 books but from their POV’s not B&A’s.
Personally as a Melbournian, just like with the other books I loved the Melbourne references of places ( GO PIE’S!) and Aussie humor thrown in that’s not in your face.
The sexual innuendo’s, Carly and Derek’s inner thoughts will have you laughing your head off!

oh and did I mention it has my fav thing ever? An epilogue… ALSO has an extended epilogue! Yay

All in all? I loved it… And if Bruce didn’t already own my heart, Derek totally would!
Def recommend this series to ANYONE out there!

No to Kelly, thank you for u for writing this for us! Is it Will and “Labia’s” turn next?

Rebecca’s journey continues as she leaves Paris and goes to Munich, Germany. Giving up on love, she just wants to work on her career and enjoy her time in Europe with her sister Lily who comes to visit from Australia to celebrate Rebecca’s 30th birthday. Things go horribly wrong . . . Could Rebecca have prevented what happens to Lily? Is she to blame?

Maxwell Grant has had enough of cat and mouse games. He wants Rebecca more than ever and goes all out to capture the woman who keeps running from him. Cocky, arrogant and sexy as hell, the CEO of Grant Industries has secrets . . . if he wants Rebecca he will have to tell the world what he’s been hiding.

Possessive and sexy as sin Frenchman, Alain, quickly discovers what a fool he’s been to let Rebecca go. He’s willing to give his heritage up for Rebecca. Will she take him back?

Two men want her. Rebecca must make choices that will change the course of not only her life, but everyone else’s too. What will she do? Will she follow her heart to find the man who is just right for her?

Lost. The one thing I’ve wanted above everything else was taken from me in one night. My dreams were shattered forever because of one irreversible mistake.

There was nothing I could do about it.

I’d lost everything.

So I did what I always do. I ran.

To another continent.

To France.

To start over.

God knows, I needed a new beginning; a new job, a new life.

To find what I truly wanted…needed…craved.

A man of my own.

My French man found me. He was perfect.

Or…was he. Alain du Bois had a secret. One that could destroy us before we even had a chance to find love.

And why was my new boss, Maxwell Grant, the arrogant and demanding CEO of Grant Global, fixated on me?

Would I find myself in France?

Would I get what I desperately wanted?

Or was I jumping from one hotter than hell fire into another?

AUTHOR BIO & LINKS

Jani
loves ice cream, the color red and the ocean. She also loves sexy alpha males
with a soft center and a big heart. Her heroines are real women, sassy and
smart and they stand up for what they believe in, even if it sometimes takes
them a while to work it all out.

When
Jani isn’t writing, she can be found reading, hanging out with her family and
friends, or off on some travel adventure to discover new places and cultures.
Jani also loves sitting in a corner at a coffee shop, with her laptop, spying
covertly on the behavior of the people around her. You just never know when you
may land up in one of her novels – lol.

Fortunately
Jani’s partner in crime supports her living in alternative worlds and talking
to characters that live in her imagination. He hasn’t committed her to the
looney bin – yet. Jani’s two kids know that they are loved and cherished by
their crazy mother who is now out to exact revenge for all the embarrassment
they caused her when they were little – by her writing steamy sexy novels and
publishing them.

Jani
hopes you will enjoy reading about the characters that live in her head and
insist on being brought to life through her novels.

She
hopes you will drop by at janikaybooks@gmail.com for a chat or stalk her on
Facebook and Twitter or her blog.

One crazy dog––one awkward vet––one naked pool guy––and one life-changing month in California to make friends, fall in love, and twist fate.

Who gets paid to walk a dog and recline by the pool all day? Sydney Montgomery, aspiring museum curator and professional house-sitter, that’s who.

When her aunt and uncle need a house and dog sitter for thirty days in Palo Alto, Sydney can’t turn down the chance to be closer to her sister in L.A. Within twenty-four hours of her arrival, Sydney’s cleaning up runny dog poo, taking an uncooperative pooch to a handsome yet awkward vet, and being rescued from the bottom of the pool by a naked “pool guy.”

Lautner, “pool guy,” has a hot body and a cool persona. With eyes of iridescent blue oceans, he is mesmerizing, sexy, and addictive. What he is not––the pool guy.

Dr. Lautner Sullivan is a college wide receiver turned pediatric resident. He knows how to woo a woman with flowers, pastries, and sweet tea. Lautner is every girl’s dream, but Sydney is not every girl. She’s immune to rainbows, fairytales, pixy dust, and the “L” word.

The attraction is immediate, the friendship is earned, and the love is undeniable. Thirty days is their forever, but forever is not long enough.

Release date: August 18th, 2014

Excerpt:

I pour a glass of iced tea and start to walk toward the deck. Then I turn around and pour another glass. “Hospitality is a good thing,” I tell myself, needing only to convince the rational part of my brain.

“Tea?” I offer, walking over to the pool.

Aaron sets the skimmer net along the side of the pool.

“Thank you.” The smirk on his face is suspicious and makes me feel like I’m missing some inside joke. He takes the glass from me and I move past him to get a closer look at the pool because I can’t look at him without his shirt and not break into a sweat.

“What are you skimming?”

“Nothing really. I’m stirring the water,” he says matter-of-factly.

This guy is not for real. What does he mean by “stirring the water?” He’s up to something. It’s obvious why Aunt Elizabeth hired him. She must properly clean the pool after he leaves so Trevor doesn’t get suspicious and fire his ass … a very fine ass I will confess.

“And why is it you need to stir the water?” I turn toward him and my eyes dart straight to his broad muscular chest and well-defined abs all kissed by the sun. Jeez, he’s too perfect and I’m … something. Distracted? Mentally lethargic? Crazy? Horny? BINGO!

“So there’s an even consistency of chemicals when I test the water.”

My mouth is agape and I cannot stop looking at him. He bends down to physically capture my attention. Shit! I show no shame staring at his bare chest.

“Hello?” he says, forcing my eyes back to his.

Shaking the inappropriate thoughts from my head, I take a quick sip of my drink to mask my embarrassment.

“Do I need to put my shirt back on?”

I choke on my tea. “No––” I can’t stop coughing. “I mean––” Clearing my throat, I notice his cocky smile. “Put your shirt on or leave it off. Why would I care?”

God, Sydney, could you be a bigger disaster today? The flap of the dog door distracts me. Swarley leaps down the deck stairs. Aaron hunches down like a lineman in anticipation of his overzealous greeting. The problem is, as Swarley races closer I realize he’s not aiming for Aaron. He’s aiming for––

“Oh shit!” I’m catapulted backwards into the pool.

My body makes its descent to the bottom while I open my eyes to see the blurry magnification of Mr. Sex on Legs pool guy standing at the edge looking down at me. I’m considering seeing how long I can hold my breath. Maybe he’ll decide to leave and I can surface from the depths of my own personal Hell without an audience.

Yes! That’s it. I can do this.

I still hold many records from my high school swimming career. Holding my breath until he leaves should be easy. Unless he decides to be heroic and jumps in to save me. Not a bad scenario either. Then at least we’ll both be drenched in our clothes.

Like a leaky raft, I release my breath one bubble at a time and take a seat at the bottom of the pool. Ha! He’s emptying his pockets. Looks like I won’t be the only drowned rat. Wait. What the hell? No he’s not. Oh dear God, yes he is. Sex on legs dives into the pool, sans shorts and underwear! The two haunting notes from Jaws sound in my head while I scramble to the surface in the opposite direction, desperate to get away from him.

The sweet relief of air filling my lungs is squashed by the anxiety of being chased by a naked stranger.

“Oh my God! What are you doing?” A frantic yell breaks out with the remaining breath in my lungs while I swim toward the ladder, barely escaping him. I leap out of the pool with superhuman speed. Wrapping my arms around myself, I scramble to the pool house, my heart racing and my whole body shaking as I fumble for a towel.

“The water feels great today.” His voice sounds behind me.

I whip around and gasp, wide eyed. A wet, naked, sinful-as-a-hot-fudge-sundae body greets me a few feet away. Hands fisted, his arms are casually crossed at his wrists covering part of his junk in the front. The perfect cover to Sports Illustrated stands before me, and all I want to do is smack him across the face to wipe the stupid smirk off it. Then, of course, I want to jump him and rub every sensitive part of my body against his, because right now I’m so pissed and so turned on, I need to dive into the pool again before I self-combust.

“Finish up and get out,” I mumble as I toss him a towel and stomp toward the house. On my way, I pass Swarley beached out in a lounge chair by the pool.

“Evil demon dog!” I scowl at him.

Want more? Take a peek at the epilogue and chapter 1 of Undeniably You!

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

Eighteen year old Tatum O’Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.

Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she’s ready for him. She doesn’t have a naive bone left in her body, and she can’t even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn’t the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.

But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?

KELLIE’S REVIEW: I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse, and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names. – Tate

Firstly I need to be captain obvious here… the book is called Degradation.

Meaning: degradation ˌdɛgrəˈdeɪʃ(ə)n/ Noun 1. the condition or process of degrading or being degraded.

So if that alone turns you off.. don’t bother reading this book and then being all like:

If that isn’t your thing. Simple don’t read it. It’s cool. Works for some not for others. It makes me giggle looking on here that some people have DNF it as they didn’t like that the Heroine Tatum was degraded. – I mean SERIOSULY?

This isn’t called “rainbows and butterflies”

Ok rant over…

So seriously… I REALLY liked this book. Don’t get wrong I know I just gave a rant then but some of the things were HARSH. I mean way fucking harsh… Tate she got off on being called a dumb cunt. But you know what? Stylo made it work for Jameson and Tatum. Someone did that to me personally… well lets just say they would never say it again. but it worked because ONLY Jameson could say that to Tate! She loved it and begged for more….

I absolutely adored Tatum. I mean yeah the first 10% of this book you are thinking WTF? She sleeps with her sisters boyfriend, while cheating on her boyfriend. Lets Jameson say and do filthy things to her and then starts crying… We as readers are all like…. WWWAAAA………….

But Jump to 7 years later and Tatum is not that spoilt rich girl she was then. She is is FUCKING KICKASS!! She dropped outta school, moved away, made new friend and likes to FUCK… a lot… she is a self-proclaimed slut. And it’s all because of that one night. Jameson freed her from her life by making her feel alive. She has never felt like that again. I loved her character.. She was strong, and witty and funny and sexy and knew who she was. She owned that shit!

Jameson… well he is Satan. Seriously he is the fucking devil in an expensive suit. But yet you can’t help but want him! He gets what he wants… always. He is an asshole… I mean HUGE HUGE Asshole. He is unapologetic and takes what he wants when he wants. Seems he wants Tate now that they have crossed paths again. It leads them into a deadly game… But we all know there can only be one winner… who will it be though? Seriously I want to know… It kinda ends on a cliff-hanger! GAH But don’t worry the next is out super soon!

There are secondary characters in this book that just make this story that much better as well. Sanders and Ang are fantastic and I fell in love with them.

Storytelling wise? We get joint Pov’s.. it does change occasionally to Ang, but it is mainly told from Tate’s POV. The story just flowed together… As I have said before “cunt” this and “slut/whore” that etc isn’t really my thing, but this just worked! I smashed the shit out of this book. I couldn’t wait to finish it to see who won the game. (at the end of the day it’s a romance novel so I’d better get a HEA outta both these assholes!)

So yeah all in all… You like rough, hot hard sex scenes? Raw and real characters and writing? Then Yep I totally say read this!

“You started these games,” Jameson reminded her. Tate hiked up her dress a little and

lifted her knee to his desk.

“I didn’t realize they’d go on for this long,” she replied, lifting her other knee. She bent

forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn’t move.

“They’re going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her

hand on his knee.

“For how long?” she asked as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slow as possible.

“However long it takes you to realize who the winner will always be.”

“Oh, you’re done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”

Jameson told her.

“I don’t think there’s very much that’s good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.

“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”

“There will never be a ring from Harry Winston. I will never ask you to marry me. I don’t

want those things, I never did. I like to have fun, I like to fuck. I don’t want to put stars in your

eyes. I’m not that guy. I’m the devil, and I don’t have any plans to change.” – Jameson

—————————————-

“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the

back of her neck.

“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.

We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I’m Lillith. – Tate

—————————————–

Speaking nice to her, that was too much. Saying sweet things, even in the fucked up way

they had, was more than Tate could handle. She hadn’t wanted to care about this man. Not at all. She had wanted to play with him. Turned out, he was much better at the game.

“I don’t want a nice, normal girl. I want a girl who likes to be knocked down and dragged around. A girl who will let me smack her around and talk dirty to her. I want a girl who will let me sleep with other girls, and then get so turned on by that fact, she’ll blow me while we’re driving down a highway doing seventy-five,” Jameson snapped.

True story.

“Sounds like a pretty hot girl,” Tate commented

“Hottest girl I know.”

This. More than anything, Tate wanted to remember Jameson like this; she loved his

biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.

TEASERS:

AUTHOR BIO:

Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head … which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Excerpt:

His ripped body was a carved muscular masterpiece. On his shoulder there were two initials, E.B tattooed in a celtic font followed by the word enigma in the same font on his right calf.

“So this is Evan Bates.” Hayley asked Tucker.

“In the flesh. Damn, he looks tremendous. ” Tucker said.

“Yes, he does.” Hayley said as she glanced at Evan again and smiled back at him.

Tucker shook his head. “Oh boy.” Tucker went from being jovial to being concerned. “Be careful little girl, he’s dangerous . Once he catches you, he won’t let go.”

Hayley looked at Evan for several seconds before she answered her mentor. “Let go?” she asked.

“He’s complicated. Just use caution.”

Hayley understood. She knew he was right, but she like others in the crowd, she was into his eyes, that devilish grin, the 6 pack abs …That ass.

Think Hayley, you have a show to produce. He has the charisma and movie star looks down, but can he fight? Focus…

“I love you Evan!!” another woman screamed back.

Evan let out a huge grin. “Love you too.” He said with another grin.

That damn smile was as devious as it was delicious. Her only hope was that no one saw the puddle of drool that was most likely pouring out of her mouth.

He was going to be the death of me. Damn grin.

About Ty Langston:

As a child, multi-published author Ty Langston loved to read about dragons and knights so much that one day, her grandmother told her to “just write about them.”

So she did.

From that day forward, she never left home without her pen, a notebook, and some kind of music playing in the background. Her love of reading expanded from fantasy into science fiction, and eventually into paranormal romance and erotica.

She enjoys different works from George Martin, Anne McCaffrey, Stephen King, and Jackie Collins. But some of Ty’s favorite writers are from the world of TV and film: namely, Tudors creator Michael Hirst, and the late John Hughes.

Ty has a certificate in Broadcast Journalism along with a degree in Business Administration. She is single and enjoys spending time with friends and family.